This is my submission. I have not played any portion of the RoW adventure path. Plan is to take a couple levels in Sorcerer and then go Dragon Disciple.
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Hylar takes a number of arrows, and roars in rage and frustration at the enemies.
He decides he will best be served by not dying and hides underneath one of the platforms, taking cover.
Hylar moves and embraces the rage within, his breath coming out heavier as he works himself up.
The issue I had and the reason for my not posting is that there is no "sickened" condition in PF2. There is the "Sick" condition, which I was asking for clarification regarding.
Hylar advances, then readies a strike should the ghast come within range. "Come! Face your death!"
Hylar is of course exceedingly aware of all the goings-on around him.
"The kind that carry big swords and hit things with big swords." Hylar doesn't seem to like the implications being made. "You mean you don't have anyone that hits things really hard with swords and isn't great at throwing things? I can throw people, but weapons not so good."
Hylar is thankful for the healing, and doesn't mind sparring because of course he is used to fighting especially against larger foes. "Harpies sound like they fly, will that be a problem we face?"
Hylar takes a vicious series of blows. "Ow. I am harmed." His rage subsides, and thankfully the font of his anger took some of the blow, as did his toughened hide, but a majority of that damage still struck through to his core.
Hylar swings his massive sword, the fuel of his anger bringing it down with immense force.
All that force doesn't lend itself to a tremendous amount of accuracy and only his first blow rings true.
Hylar approaches the enemy, and taps into his primal wellspring of rage, then slashes out at the minotaur.
Hylar hefts his massive greatsword, looking across at the minotaurs. "Bad day for them if they do not." He waits for them, ready to strike should they come nearer.
As they travel, Hylar tries to recall things. He keeps a steady eye on the horizon, keeping especially watchful of the dark places.
Player Scorch
Understandable. Your health always comes first. Then work or things necessary for survival second. Be well and it was good playing with you.
No DVD, a number of glorious photos though. And we did a photo booth at the reception, that was nearly worth it. Given my social aversion, it was a supremely enjoyable experience.
It seemed long enough on the day, but there's just so much that happens and I really regret that I remember a few brief moments from such an important day. I have memories of the pictures, the first time I saw my wife descending stairs in her dress, her walking down the aisle, some portions of the vows and whatnot, our unity ceremony, and some times after, but honestly I would think that I'd remember the whole day in vivid detail, but it's just sparse patches. I wish I had videotaped some parts of it.
Congratulations and felicitations on your upcoming nuptials. Enjoy it. The day really does go by so fast. Take time to remember.
Hylar and Kasha follow the group into the back. Hylar is oblivious to the lurkers, though Kasha takes note of the other predators in the vicinity. She doesn't choose to share this information at this time, as her last command was to follow and not to scout or track.
Hylar takes the insult without the slightest hint of aggravation. He knew what he was, and it also wouldn't do him any good to get angry, that woman could probably snap him like a twig. Not a particularly sturdy twig, either.
Hylar tries not to be openly afraid of Nate's mother, which is somewhat difficult due to her size and weaponry. Also her attitude doesn't help matters. He tries to lag a little behind Kasha.
Hylar ponders making a joke that Terex has amorous intentions towards Nate's mother, merely to jest about the size difference that would be incumbent there, but decides the better of it. It was not wise to speak of a companion's mother in that fashion. He allows his weapon to be peacebonded, and ponders what they would do to Kasha. He would not allow them to muzzle her, though given their own feline natures he doubted they would require such.
"We were unprepared for this one, with time to prepare, we could be much more ready for future fights." Hylar sees these as quite the threat, and worries about the safety of their erstwhile allies if they had been ambushed alone.
Hylar and Kasha continue trying to pry at the plates and strike, having a bit more luck this time.
Hylar directs Kasha to take on a stronger stance in attacking the creature, and he does the same, both drawing on the aspect of the bull. Kasha's blows fly furiously as tooth and claw seek to maim the bullette, though likely ineffectually due to the creature's armored hide. The pair move in concerted movements, striking with a precision and grace from practiced years together.
Going with the connotation of snakes. People don't trust snakes or snakelike entities.
"I am not certain the reception they would get either, because serpentfolk are not exactly the most well-regarded..." Not that Hylar was one to be in a position to judge, but it merited mentioning.
Hylar finds himself somewhat disheartened by the selection of scrolls as they don't suit his particular abilities, though he also supposes he has other powers.
"I will send what energy I can spare to the scroll case so as to lessen the burden later." Hylar says. He tends to keep it well charged, but in case he needs to he can send in more energy.
"I would enjoy meeting catfolk, they would have something in common with Kasha." Hylar muses, partly as a joke but moreover as something that he would be more on par with versus a city of dragons.
Oh that wascaly other table.
I feel confident we can avoid getting killed by a mob by keeping our fool mouths/telepathic projections to ourselves.
Hylar observes the draconic interaction with limited interest, but he can't wait to get a good look at that map. He tries to feign disinterest in that as well though, as he doesn't want to wind up indebted to a creature such as Dragonail.
And Hylar is in the corner keeping his kitty from scratching anything.
Barter is another option.
Hylar remains confused by the bevy of langauges as well, thankful at least that Kincaid was in the same boat. He pondered how these creatures would feel if he began speaking in Drow, or perhaps in Sylvan. He's also very disconcerted by the size of the dragons in this region still.
Hylar looks very confused, what with all the draconic being tossed about. He wishes he was fluent, or even had a conversational ability with it as it would aid him mightily in his interactions here.
Hylar, not being fluent in Draconic, didn't overhear the kobold conversation. "Gold spends as well as anything, I would imagine. Gold chits were valuable, it stands to reason..."
Hylar was somewhat used to feeling small, not perhaps in the same way as Terex being as he was at least nominally a standard sized creature, but more in the sense of the bulk of most of those he served with in the military. Then this place came, and crushed him under its sheer size. First there was the draconic nature the whole thing held, a marvel to be sure, but that centaur made him look positively inadequate. Truth be told, were it not for the aid of Kasha, he was probably outclassed by any one of those present. It was sort of an emasculating experience. Thinking back towards Terex, in hopes he can relay it, Hylar remarks I think we should get some more information, especially if a map would be available.
Hylar follows along with the group, charging the scroll case day by day with some of his leftover energy, always sure to keep some latent healing in case of ambush.
Ouch. Well, we did have Terex, so we were bound to be more loyal. :P
Hylar is about to decline to aid, when Kasha decides she is more than happy to take the guts out, by way of teeth. Offal was not a concept to a fairly hungry cat, guts were nearly so good as any other meat. She, being slightly more intelligent than some other cats, does confine herself to the meat that she is offered rather than eating indiscriminately. "I think you have your help," Hylar adds as an afterthought.
Hylar whistles for his companion to assist, and once they are both adjacent to the foe, they strike. Hylar lunges with his rapier, while Kasha takes a bite out of the creature.
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